so it's after athens twilight, after the piss test, and now it's time to get a bite to eat with my mom and cousins.  nothing stellar - just a midnite diner.  that's all done, say goodnite, and it's off to finish up the night in athens.  call kaylen up and see what bar they're at.  roswell crit is the very next day, but athens didn't quite go as planned, so i'm just not caring so much right now.  anyway, get to the bar, stroll in, and who do i see with the girls but gord fraser and tim johnson?  2 of the top pros in the pro peloton.  gord got 3rd that night.  i almost turned around right then and walked out - it just seemed so ridiculous.  first race against them on bikes, and then in the bar?  whatever, let's just see what happens.  get a beer and start letting it fly.  tim's married, so he's gord's wingman.  they both introduce themselves, and i'm like, "yeah, i know who you are...  i was in that race."  they ask how i did, not so well, and the subject drifts away...  dude.

 

time is getting on, and it hits 2am closing time.  we're all out - where are you staying tonight?  oh, i don't have anything up here in athens - you don't have a couch i could crash on or something, do you?  oh yeah, we've got a fold-out...